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The Hunter Y/N had made his way through the Nightmare, almost to its entirety. He didn't know what lay ahead, but he knew something had to. The words of the Amygdala still echoed in his mind. That Amygdala which once whispered sweet nothings into his head as she railed him senselessly. He shook his head.

Returning to the present, Y/N looked down at the final Living Failure that lay struggling beneath his boot. He raised up his extended saw cleaver, and thrusted it down into the disfigured experiment below. Blood sprayed, and with the expertise of a true Yharnam Hunter, Y/N dragged the cleaver across its back until bright-red blood sprayed from the arteries in its neck. His pants and coat were caked in blood by the end of the butchering, but the deed was done- and the Failure, no more. 

Retracting the blade of his saw cleaver, blood was flicked from its metallic fangs as Y/N lowered it to his side again. At the sound of a creak, he turned around to see the door at the other side of the fountainplace slowly swing open. Past the open doorway was a set of stairs. He could see even from below as green light streamed in from whatever lay above the steps. The Hunt had yet to cease, after all, even in the Hunters' Nightmare- and it was Y/N's self-assigned duty to discover whatever secrets this nightmare may hold. 

He ascended the steps with ambitious prowess, his mind sharp and his nerves spiked from the stench of beast blood. Like the Yharnamites, he'd heard the stories of hunters going mad from the stench. He'd fought countless of them up to this point, as well. Not just counting those in the Nightmare, consumed by the hunt, but also those in the waking world. Gascgoine, Henryk, Amelia... their names flashed through his mind liked pictures. 

But his sight was brought back to the present as he reached the top of the steps, finding himself at the top of the Clocktower he'd been forewarned of. Each step he took across the great arena creaked with decades of use, and the green light casted sick shadows across the room that gave Y/N an ill feeling- like an omen. 

He continued until he was about halfway across the room and found himself staring at a figure- a human figure- slumped over in a wooden chair. Something about the place filled Y/N with a horrific kind of hope, really more like an aura of thrilling suspense as he prepared to unravel whatever mysteries this Nightmare held. He approached the figure further until he was standing just a couple of feet away from it. That was when he realized the figure was strangely familiar to him. Different, certainly, as he'd never seen... her in hunter's wear. But the shoulder-length white hair, the pale complexion, the fair face... was this his Doll? 

With a delicate, gloved hand, Y/N reached out to touch her. His finger brushed the white strands of her hair, and suddenly another hunter's glove was gripping his wrist tightly. Y/N's eyes widened as he looked up to the face of the Hunter before him. Her body, once limp in death, now stood up as she gripped his wrist more tightly. Y/N tried to pull away, but was unable as the Hunter's fingers seemed to be enhanced with arcane energy. In the midst of his struggles, the Hunter pulled him close to her, her lips grazing his earlobe tenderly. 

"A corpse... 'best left well enough alone." 

Y/N tried to pull away, but with his leverage, the Hunter (whom he now recognized as one famed Lady Maria), pinned him against the wall of the clocktower. Her gentle glove, made of a soft, black silk that stuck tightly to her hand, slowly grazed from his chin down to his abdomen and even lower, where she grabbed him tightly. Y/N gasped as the pressure of her fingers danced against his crotch. Her hand expertly snaked its way past his belt and pants until she held his flesh truly, it quickly hardening in her grasp. 

Y/N pressed back against the wall, trying desperately to escape her but to no avail. 

"Oh," she whispered softly in almost a moan. "I know very well how the secrets beckon so sweetly." 

Her hand rubbed up and down, adding to Y/N's heated arousal as he turned rock-hard in her palm. 

"Allow me to give you this gift," she moaned softly into his ear. "To liberate you from your wild curiosity... accept me, and leave these dark mysteries alone." 

Before Y/N could react, his clothes were being stripped away. Maria's hands worked expertly to make the hunter nude, and Y/N knew the technique of seduction well. He had meant to get past her and toward the secrets that lay beyond, but... the way her body swayed as she made him nude was far too tempting to pass up. What were any cosmic secrets worth when compared to this figure? Surely nothing more than grains of sand. Who would want to ascend humanity when this woman- this Maria- had a body far more attractive than anything the Great Ones could possibly offer him? Not Y/N, that was for sure. 

After a brief moment of her work, he found himself lying naked on the center of the clocktower floor, which was much more comfortable than he'd expected. Maria stood over him, her hands spreading her coat apart to reveal the dark-brown corset beneath in a lewd manner. Y/N bit his lip nervously as Maria shook the coat off, revealing her sleeveless corset much more plainly. She made a scene out of removing her hat, before tossing it too to the side. Y/N could now see her face, perhaps the fairest of all. Though it did still hold a striking resemblance to that of the plain doll in the Hunter's Dream, he found it tempting with its beautiful nature- just as he'd always found the doll rather tempting. Y/N continued to watch her work, as she stripped herself further until she remained- surprisingly- in black lingerie, boots, and those silk gloves that tempted him so. 

Grinning, Maria stepped forward until she stood between Y/N's spread legs. One of her boots raised up, applying gentle pressure to his member and balls. Y/N winced, gritting his teeth at the pleasant pressure as his erection pressed against the bottom of her shiny boot. She smirked, pressing down further, forcing him to submit to her. Once it felt like she was going to suffocate him, she pulled away, leaving him alone and naked on the floor. 

But he wouldn't be alone for long, as he watched her strip the boots off before crawling down until she was on top of him on all fours. Her fingers delicately trailed his bare chest down to his abdomen, pulling away just slightly as she reached his hardness. Y/N laid his head back on the ground, sighing as he felt her soft glove slowly start to rub him up, and down, up, and down, gently with that slick grip of hers. She picked up speed a bit, and he put a hand on her head, gently running it through her white strands. 

"Oh?" She asked him. "Is that what you desire? Really now? Well... you need only to ask me." 

Maria sat up on his lap, her thighs enclosing his waist between them. From there she stood up, beginning to slowly undress herself of the lingerie, revealing her evenly pale body to him. Her breasts were modest, though her hourglass figure was still something to behold. She wasted no time in sinking to the floor between Y/N's knees, leaning forward until she was on her belly with his rod in her grip once more. She continued to stroke him gently, still wearing her silk gloves that slid over his flesh with zero friction. 

Y/N let out a soft moan, his hand returning to her head as she continued to jerk him off; nice, and slow. Her hand trailed down the underside of his member, her fingertip brushing against his head. He let out a hiss of ecstasy, his fingers closing around her hair. Maria let out a sharp gasp, freezing in her ministrations as her eyes raised to meet his. 

"So it is what you desire," she breathed a soft whisper. "Very well. You shall have me as you wish." 

Following the lead of Y/N's hand, Maria bent her head down until her mouth was just on the cusp of engulfing his tip. Her eyes met his one last time, her warm breath teasing his foreskin, before plunging down. The inside of her oral cavity was surprisingly warm for what he thought had been a corpse, but the amount of drool she produced to coat his member with made him forget about all of that. A sudden jolt of ecstasy hit him as her tongue worked at his member, causing his legs to squeeze down against her torso that lay between them. 

She let out a soft moan as his legs squeezed against her, but continued to suck him off. Y/N's hands ran through her hair before finding comfortable strands to grip onto. She never failed to moan out loud each time he gripped her hair tight, yanking her up closer so that she could suck him off from straight above. Maria's mouth worked at him with insane invigoration, possible only with whatever powers had brought her back to life. Her tongue swirled around his tip lovingly, surrounding him with a very pleasant warmth that sent tingles up his spine. 

Maria pressed closely against him as she continued to suck him off, tightly gripping his member with one hand as her other explored his body available to her. Y/N knew she was putting in all this effort to keep him from the secrets of the deep. What lay beyond the clocktower, though, had to be his, and so he would take her body as he pleased, in order to pass her and make the discovering he knew were necessary. 

He made a move to grab her underneath her shoulders, but her body quickly pressed down against his wrists, pinning them near her head. He moaned out loud as her tongue punished him with extraordinary pleasure, encouraging him to cum quickly. He tried to resist it, but seeing the naked woman on top of his pelvis sucking off his member was arousing enough as an image alone. His hands returned their grip on her hair, pulling her down until she was deep-throating him. 

At that point, Y/N slowly started to move his hips up and down into her mouth, until he reached a steady rhythm of thrusting up into her lips and inviting throat. Maria let out gurgled moans at this, pressing herself against his body. Y/N felt moisture running down his calf and ankle, and soon realized it was Maria desperately grinding on his thigh to try to get herself off as well while she sucked him off. Frowning at this, one of Y/N's hands moved down to her waist, gripping it tightly so that she could not continue working on herself. 

Maria let out a lewd, pleading whimper as he held her tight, but she went quiet again after a few seconds and continued her blowjob even through her own neediness. Y/N felt a warmth pooling in his stomach; a familiar feeling, one which encouraged him to go faster and deeper into Maria's tight throat before he fell to blue-balls. She eagerly accepted him, bending her head down onto him while on top as he thrusted his hips up into her. 

Her tongue wrangled its way around his tip, and that was it. Y/N let out a loud moan as he let out a final, involuntary thrust, cumming deep into her throat. Lady Maria let out a loud moan as he did, quick to swallow it all in mere seconds. 

But it didn't take long for clarity to set in, drawing Y/N back to the present. Lady Maria had successfully kept him from secrets unknown, and now he had to be sent away. 

"I draw you from this nightmare," she whispered sensually into his ear. "To reawaken under the morning sun, and forget this... terrible hunter's dream." 

Outside of his view, the Lady drew her Rakuyo, and plunged it deep within his chest. The blade split skin, then cartilage, then bone; his sternum was shattered as the tip pierced his heart, blood caking the blade and his own self. And as she pulled the blade back, holding Y/N in a tight embrace, he felt his brain fuzz and his conscience slip away into sleep. 

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On the night of the wretched hunt, Y/N faces off against monstrous beasts, corrupted men, and the seducing whispers of blood. But tonight he faces Yharnam’s Holy Vicar Amelia, ravaged by bloodlust. Will Y/N slaughter his prey, or join the Hunters’ Nightmare? 

Y/N made his way up the steps toward the Grand Cathedral, cutting down the tallmen that stood in his way. His saw cleaver made short work of each, and his blunderbuss ended up the perfect parry to their slow sweeping attacks with scythes and wooden beams. 

His scythe created lacerations across their bodies that varied from mere inches to multiple feet in length. Each fell with a significant thump , and he left a trail of them from the Cathedral Ward all the way to the final steps of the Grand Cathedral. As he passed by the large, open doors, and ascended the final steps, he saw great beams of moonlight piercing the interior church with flooding lights. 

He reached the top of the stairs and saw a small, young woman sitting at the very far end of the church. He took a few more steps toward her, and got about halfway to her when suddenly her head perked up slightly from underneath her white hood. 

Y/N got closer, and noticed her holding some kind of amulet. Against the shadows of the moonlight above, her shadow was gigantic in size. 

That was when he heard her speak. “You come to the Cathedral… to what, interrupt my teachings?” 

Then, something began to change in Vicar Amelia. Her shadow grew even more against the blue light when it became clear; she was a beast. 

“I’m still a Vicar- the old blood won’t change that,” her voice echoed down the hall.

Her silhouette grew even more, her holy-white robe becoming stretched and tearing slightly as white fur spilled out from underneath it. Claws held onto the amulet that human hands once possessed, and her form grew even more. 

Y/N approached her quickly as she became slightly larger than himself, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Like I said,” Amelia panted, “the old blood. But I am still… a vicar…” 

She let out a cry of pain as a crunch sound was heard coming from within. Her arms and legs twisted as glistening white fur coated her skin, her body morphing into something inhuman. Y/N took multiple steps back as the ex-vicar climbed up onto her two hind legs, her paws held to her chest as she clutched the same amulet tightly, refusing to let go. 

She turned around to face him, and that was when Y/N made the horrific discovery. The vicar had turned into… something . Her fur was a glistening and strangely clean white color, and what once lay over her as a holy white robe was now tattered rags that covered parts of her large, monstrous body. Most importantly, though, her face and head had been transformed into something that resembled some sort of monstrous deer, with large antlers sticking out over a wide snout and rows upon rows of sharp teeth. 

She turned to face Y/N, and he saw a part of her rag covering her eyes, leaving her to be even more intimidating. However, while he prepared to take on the blood beast, he noticed the vicar’s stranger features. Her chest now bore heavy breasts, especially heavy considering how much bigger she was than him. 

But even in her beastly form, Y/N could feel that she retained aspects of her humanity- the kind of aspects that made him want to get to know her a little better. But what was he thinking? She was an unsightly beast, and him, a mere human. It wasn’t possible…

As if it were a dream, Amelia responded to his innermost thoughts by turning around to face him, putting her nude body on display. Rags littered her body around her limbs and even covered one nipple, though that cloth around her eyes remained. Her breath was ragged, as if an animal in their heat.

Y/N questioned for just a moment if it was true, if it was possible, that the vicar-turned-beast was just as horny for him as he was for her. He didn’t need to speak for Amelia to lay down on her back in front of him, spreading her furry, tattered legs, and reveal her thoroughly wetted slit. Y/N’s eyes widened and a blush overcame his face hidden by cap and mask. He felt himself hardening at the sight of the precious beast, who offered herself to him. 

Amelia let out a low purr- she could do that? - as he got closer. He wondered if he would be enough to satisfy this ginormous monster, but something about the way she acted told him that he was all she needed- all she even wanted . 

He approached her slowly, occasionally taking off pieces of his hunter’s set until he was fully nude in front of her, his member standing erect and at attention. 

One of Amelia’s arms reached down, her hand with claws the size of Y/N’s head gently prodding at her own folds, before spreading her nether lips apart and allowing Y/N access. It was surprisingly small for a monster of her statute, almost enough to comfortably fit him. When Y/N’s mind began to wander on how to possibly make himself any bigger for her, he had an idea.

With blood flowing toward his raging erection, Y/N pulled a blood vial from his belt. Without politeness, he popped the cap and stabbed the syringe into his inner thigh. After a couple of seconds of both him and Amelia watching, his member grew a little bit- but that was it. 

He knew there was still one option left, though. With Amelia’s claws gently holding his length, Y/N stabbed a second syringe directly into his member. Almost immediately it began to swell with blood like he had never seen before. His member grew way out of proportion, with an impressive curvature to it. Even Amelia seemed shocked, despite her beastly state, but her confusion was cloaked by ravenous lust. 

The beast lunged at Y/N, pinning him down. Y/N had been eager to top the silver cleric beast before him now, but it seemed that she had other ideas. With a low, warning growl, Amelia pinned his hands down above his head with her claws, shifting herself until she was on top of him, her snout near his face. 

Y/N could see as her hips shifted to get near his, her size somewhat of a struggle. She eventually got there, though, and after a couple of moments she dropped down onto him. Y/N gasped at how tight she was, especially around his member that ached from his arousal and sudden growth. He was terrified when she began to pull back, worried that he might simply die if she were to abandon him before he came from the tension in his knot alone. 

Amelia’s folds were tight, hot, and wet around his length as she slid up and down it, letting out beastly growls on occasion. Y/N couldn’t help but to moan as Amelia frictionlessly glided along his shaft, her juices lubing him up quite well. She let out low growls that seemed to express pleasure, similar to how Y/N did. 

She crouched down on him as her hips grinded into his, her breasts hanging low and well within view. Y/N pondered for just a moment before his hands found her fleshy, furry orbs, fondling them in his palms as his fingers raked through the glistening-white fur of her chest. 

His thumb ran over her only exposed nipple, and she shuddered from the stimulation. Her grinding became faster as she rode him at a quicker pace, letting out louder growls from the pleasure alone as her long, silver hair flowed down to her lower back behind her. 

The picture of her riding him was almost in itself enough to push Y/N over the edge, especially as her beastly form gripped him near tight enough to suffocate him. Her onslaught onto his body was near abusive, but he dared not interrupt her as she ravaged him. 

Her claws dug into the tiled floor on either side of him, anchoring her body as her hips pistoned against his engorged length. He could tell as her moves became more sporadic that she was approaching her climax, desperate for the sweet release of her orgasm that would hopefully put an end to this heat of hers. 

Eventually, though, her moves began to devolve into inaccurate humping, and Y/N knew that he would have to take charge. Gripping her wide hips, he pulled down on them. He had not the strength to actually move her, but it was enough to get her to follow his lead. They both fell into a rhythm of Amelia’s hips falling just as Y/N’s thrusted upward, and his length was again being squeezed down on by her tight folds. 

His member began to grow in size again, and they both knew what came next. Amelia’s claws grabbed Y/N’s wrists, pinning them beside his head and stripping him of control as she made one final bounce, roaring as her orgasm rocked her body and her liquids drenched Y/N. He gasped and moaned loudly as she squirted onto him, and it was enough to lull his sensitive penis into cumming inside of her. 

She let out a second roar as he came inside of her, and after a couple of seconds she fell to the side, off of him, her hair covering her face and chest like a cloak. Y/N stood up as his member softened, the Yharnamite blood coursing through his veins- surely invigorating him with renewed lust. 

He turned and walked away from the lump of white fur that was once Vicar Amelia, now a cleric beast drooling in craving for the next hunter to find her resting place.

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Y/N opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. He was again in the hunter's dream, a place of a refreshing scent that smelled of morning dew and sometimes, faintly, firewood. Much less intoxicating than the stench of blood, but also much more calming. He certainly needed the calmness of it, his blood in the middle of boiling from his fight with Vicar Amelia. He had not expected such lust to dwell within her beastly blood, but that of it which remained had seemed to cake him in its carnal desire.

Y/N panted with an unprecedented heat, one he knew could only be sated here, in the hunter's dream, where all his ailments might disappear from sight. It didn't take long for him to head toward the tomb-strewn steps that led up to the workshop, where the plain doll lay lifeless. Y/N had memories of Gehrman reminding him to use the doll as he saw fit. And now, of all times, he needed to use the doll. He approached it rather carefully, admiring the gentle nature of her build and her attire. 

The doll gave off the aura of a gentle woman, though his previous interactions with her made him suspicious that she might be hiding something traumatic about her past. But frankly, he couldn't care less about that right now. He grabbed the limp doll by the hips, pulling her to the edge of the short cobble wall that she sat on. He moved her skirt up over his head, and marveled at the sight of her pale complexion, ample thighs, and polite, maroon-colored panties that she wore beneath. 

Y/N pulled her panties down to her ankles, being sure to make each movement slow and gentle so as not to damage her or her clothing.  He quickly stripped himself of his weapons, his equipment, then his belts and straps, and finally his clothing, letting his bare, aching member stand erect in the stale air underneath the doll's skirt. As he brought himself closer to her, now standing with her dress draped over his head and back, he found her small hole in the anatomically correct position. He'd known what Gehrman meant when he said to use the doll, but he was still surprised. He reached his index and middle finger down, rubbing them gently over the strange and wet material that composed her nethers. Her slit was authentic and damp, but rather cool in nature, as Y/N soon found. 

He let out hot, heated breaths as his hands dexterously handled her core and inner flesh. He felt a strange pity for the doll, but also that she would be grateful he'd help her serve her purpose, as she'd previously made it clear many times that she was at his service alone. He took his rock-hard member into his hand, gently and slowly guiding it into the doll's damp hole. He gasped quietly as he began to gently move in and out of the plain doll, its body still and unresponsive as he went about having his way with it. Her form gave an occasional shudder from the force of Y/N rocking into her, but she remained relatively still. 

His hands roamed, touching over her bare thighs, her dress, her clothed sides, her gloved palms and pale fingers... he gasped softly with each precious touch he left on her, each gentle thrust in and out he donated to her warm, synthetic hole. It was in his mind, now. He would paint her white. The lust from Amelia's slain blood had infected him with some kind of raging heat, eldritch and gnawing and forever undead, he realized, as he slipped in and out of her eagerly. 

He didn't know what lube had been stirring inside of her during her time in the hunter's dream, but it felt slick and almost ectoplasmic and nature, though there was no stickiness attached to it. Eventually he was holding onto her hips for dear life as he relentlessly thrusted in and out of her, the doll's form jerking each time he humped her. A warmth built up inside, one he knew to be his orgasm. He became frustrated when the doll didn't tighten down around him, leading his thrusts to be more rough and rampant. The heat welled up deep inside, bubbling to the surface, and he let out a thick load of cum into the doll's waiting womb. 

Y/N panted, pulling himself out from underneath her dress and leading against her chest as cum drizzled from his limp member and onto her thighs. His breathing slowed after a couple of moments, and as he gazed upon her pale, dead face, he realized something. She'd been awake before, but now she was limp- and Y/N knew exactly why. He reached deep into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small skull with blue smoke leaking from its head. 

Madman's Knowledge .

Y/N held the thing out in front of himself, crushing it in his hand. An aura suddenly surrounded him, thick with insight and a strange dreading. He closed his eyes, and as he did, he suddenly felt gentle hands on his.

"Good Hunter..?" 

He opened his eyes. Before him stood the Doll, except now she was very well alive. 

"I see... you've used me... like you were meant to." She looked away slightly, embarrassed. "No. You should not apologize to me. This is what I was made for."

The doll stood, slipping out of the panties around her ankles, gently lifting up her dress to about her stomach and perfectly showing off her thighs and ravaged slit. "If you would have your way with me, Good Hunter, I would be delighted in serving you- more alive this time, I suppose..." 

Y/N couldn't resist her soft, gentle nature, and he approached her. The doll gently stripped herself of her coat, and then the rest of her clothes, finishing with her hat. Her much softer and warmer body was rather thin and small, but she still beheld modest breasts, and pudgy thighs. Preparing for him, the doll sat on the edge of her wall again, spreading her legs as she leaned back against the stone behind her. She reached down between her legs, using her middle and index fingers to spread her folds and reveal her warm, pink insides. 

"Go on, Good Hunter," she purred in a sultry tone. "Use your doll, and forget the stench of blood."

Y/N was upon her almost immediately. His hands found her folds, both working in unison and making her moan in pleasure. As one of his hands continued to finger her quickly, the other grabbed onto her hips, making sure she didn't flinch too much as he brought his member close to her. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he finger-pumped her, causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy. As she did, he thrusted forward, bringing his member into her folds.

The doll gasped as he did, looking down at him with wide eyes while panting heavily. "G-Good Hunter," she spoke in a soft whimper.

She had to refrain from grinding her hips against him, resisting the neediness for the sake of her hunter's pleasure. Letting him have his way with her, the doll watched as he continued to slowly move in and out of her, though his pace quickened. 

Y/N groaned a bit as he felt her folds tighten down around him, much more lively than she had previously been. He could smell the scent of their combined juices, as well as his precum beginning to drip down between her thighs. Becoming frustrated again as his end approached, both of Y/N's hands moved to the doll's hips as he began to quickly thrust in and out of her, practically pinning her to the wall behind for support. 

The doll let out rapid, desperate gasps and moans of arousal as he thrusted into her, her breasts bouncing slightly with each jerking thrust. "Good Hunter, I can feel... something... coming!" She exclaimed, her folds tightening down around him even more. 

Y/N nodded, though was too focused on his work to pay anymore attention to what she was saying. He felt a familiar warmth pooling in his stomach, and as he continued to thrust into the doll with their warm bodies pressed against one another, he came into her womb with more of a load than he thought he had left after his first session with her limp form. 

The doll gasped and arched her back as his cum filled her insides. After a couple of minutes of peak orgasmic pleasure, the doll fell against her hunter, who quickly caught her in his arms. 

"Good Hunter... thank you for this," she panted softly, closing her eyes as she leaned into his shoulder. 

Y/N held onto her for a few more minutes until he was sure she had drifted off, then gently set her down against the wall she sat on. He also left an old hair comb heirloom in her hands, a sweet and genuine gesture on his part, before walking away. He took one last look back at his one love before resting his hand atop a tombstone, fading from the Hunter's Dream, and back into the waking world to slay more beasts with refreshed, human senses. 

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Y/N slashed his way through the corruped Yharnamites with his hunter's axe, spinning it wildly in a furious dance that left limbs and carved bodies in his wake. The scent of the blood shot up his nostrils like an injection with each fresh kill, addictive dark-red blood spilling over his clothing with each landing attack. His axe was particularly brutal in the art of beast-hunting, as was his blunderbuss, which he had no trouble applying to a particular Yharnamite pinned down by its muzzle with a pull of the trigger. 

Brains went flying, and Y/N wiped some particulates off his face with his glove before securing the blunderbuss inside his waist belt. He felt blood, cold and damp against his skin, dripping down his hunter attire as he flicked blood off his arms and cleaver before returning the latter to its compact state. 

He panted, and was about to sort through his slaughtered prey before he heard a feral growl from behind. Turning around with saw cleaver in hand, Y/N came face-to-face with one of Yharnam's greatest horrors. 

A cleric beast. 

He immediately turned and made a run for it, dashing through alleys for safety as the overgrown werewolf thing followed in quick pursuit, smashing through whatever wooden, brick, or metal obstacles sought to block its way. Y/N squeezed his way through even thinner corridors across the city, while the cleric beast was able to simply break through them with its large arm. 

Just when Y/N felt like he was going to be crushed by the sheer weight of the thing, he felt an arm- a human arm- pull him into a nearby alcove. As he was tugged out of the way, the cleric beast went charging on as if he were still out on the street. He took a moment to catch his breath, before turning to see the one that rescued him. 

Standing in front of Y/N was Hunter of Hunters, Eileen the Crow. He had seen her feathered garb around Central Yharnam before, but today she wore no mask. Strange, really, given her job and its symbolism, but he wouldn't complain at seeing her beautiful face, even if her age had shown her more Yharnam horror than Y/N could ever dream up in his own nightmares.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as Eileen looked down at her own arm, gritting her teeth and grunting in pain as he noticed dark-red blood trickling down her wrist and dripping onto the alley floor.

"Damn it," she panted, letting out a sound that Y/N grouped closely with an aroused moan. 

She grabbed him by the shoulders, looking at him desperately. "That thing, that... beast... you smelled its scent?"

Y/N nodded, and was about to start questioning her when she put a gloved hand over his mouth and nose, white powder caking her palm. "Breathe in," she commanded.

Y/N was confused by the order, but did as she asked, breathing in whatever medicine she'd coated her glove with. It shot up his nose and to his brain like a high, and he staggered back, coughing white powder from his lips. 

Eileen was on him again, grabbing onto his shoulders and anchoring him in the real world. "Don't pull away again," she warned in a tone that sounded almost panicked. "Listen to me. We both smelled the beast scourge. You know what happens to those hunters. This medicine acts fast, but it replaces your lust for blood with... another kind." She barely finished her sentence before her body jerked, her hips buckling unintentionally as she nearly fell against Y/N, grabbing onto his chest.

He held her up as questions ran through his mind. 'Another kind'? Another kind of what? We all know the beast scourge makes hunters horny, but this is new.'

Before he could finish asking the question, Eileen's hands were on his face. Bare hands. They felt good. Warm and sweet, like a mother's. He was starting to feel warm and sweet, too, come to think of it. He ripped his gloves off, placing his hands on her face in return. Without hesitation, they pounced upon each other's lips. Eileen pushed Y/N against the alley wall as his tongue dominated hers, both of them moaning into their shared kiss. 

"We don't have much time," Eileen panted. "More beasts will be coming soon. But neither of us can fight them off in this... state." She looked him in the eyes, an intimacy glistening that he'd never shared with anyone before. "Y/N, will you indulge me? Please?"

No more words were spoken during what happened for the next few minutes. Y/N carefully ran his hands down Eileen's body, her breath hitching as he reached her hips. He switched their positions, placing her tenderly against the brick alley wall as he knelt down between her legs. He pulled her trousers down, as she hastily undid her feathered coat, letting it fall to the ground around her feet. She unbuttoned her coat and blouse as Y/N was delicately taking her boots off, followed by her pants, and soon enough she was left in a full set of lingerie. 

"Stupid whore down the road," she panted. "Please just indulge me," she moaned rather loudly. 

Y/N would've taken his time, but they both needed to finish before the beasts drew any nearer. He pulled her panties down, and found her folds wetted and mostly unharmed by other men. "Good," he thought to himself. "More milf for me." 

He pressed his face against her crotch, Eileen moaning as his nose grinded against her slit. He then pressed his lips against her own lips, and stuck his tongue inside. Eileen moaned softly as his tongue explored her damp hotness, her face turning bright-red as Y/N began eating her out. 

His hands held onto her thighs tightly, and at some point Eileen confessed she had to lie down. He helped her do so, and then was right back to it while she used her feathered cape to soften the hard alley floor beneath the both of them. He regained control of her thick thighs, pulling her closer to himself as he licked around inside her folds. 

Eileen moaned loudly, squeezing her thighs tight around his head as the tip of his tongue reached and grazed against her clit. Eileen's body jerked, a quick electric shock of euphoria temporarily stunning her where she lay. She leaned back against the floor, her hips finding a rhythmic rocking motion against Y/N's tongue and face, her legs squeezing around his head, then releasing, then squeezing again. 

And while Y/N knew not the pleasure she felt, he found his own pleasure through her moans- through pleasing her. Eileen squawked his name, and a surge of testosterone ran through him as he dominated a woman who should be much more powerful than him. Her folds squeezed as tight around his tongue as they could, and as she warned that she was coming soon, she squirted her juices right onto Y/N's face. He took her cum up in his fingers, examining the clear-ish liquid before sucking it off of his own fingers, staring deeply at Eileen as he did so. She blushed deep. 

"Y/N... I'm sorry, but I'm not-" That was all Y/N needed to hear before he was on her again. In fact, it was all he heard, because as soon as he realized she was eager and ready to take him again, thick blood coursed through his ears and drowned out her voice. 

He climbed onto his knees, drawing his hips closer to hers as his cock pressed against the her folds. Eileen moaned loudly, her arousal deepening since Y/N's show of expert cunnilingus. His member had lengthened irrationally since the bloodlust had seeped into him, but then again, nothing about this was rational. Y/N held onto Eileen's hips tightly as he loomed over her, and slowly pulled himself inside. 

Eileen moaned as he sheathed himself inside her. He stayed there for a moment, and in that moment Eileen's own hands began playing with her clit. Slow, at first, but as her pleasure increased and her fingers moved more haphazardly. Y/N put an end to it by pressing himself against her, pinning either wrist beside her head. Her hair splayed back against the feather coat beneath them both was adorable, and Y/N smiled before drawing his hips back to slam into her.

Eileen moaned again as he rocked her world, floaters finding their way into her vision as her legs wrapped around his waist. Y/N doubled her over, pinning her body to the ground beneath his own as he started thrusting into her at a rapid pace. Eileen moaned loudly beneath him, her breasts bouncing against his face with each hard prick. 

"A-Ahh~... Y/N, please don't hold back! Please, cum inside me! I-I don't know why, but I need to feel you!~" She panted hard, her breath misting in the little air left between them.

Y/N pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as he continued thrusting into her, his cock reaching its base in her pussy before he shot out his hot cum into her. Eileen leaned her head back, moaning out loud as she, too, came, their fluids mixing as her body convulsed sensitively. Y/N carefully pulled his member out of her, wincing a bit from his own sensitivity before he laid down next to her as Eileen cuddled against him. Y/N closed his eyes while holding her close, realizing this was the beginning of something new entirely.